were either crushed or completely uprooted.
The pattern Roy had created was damaged along the southern side.
Kyle had acknowledged causing the damage.
He had not apologized.
He had offered nothing.
He had simply informed me that the flowers would grow back.
I walked to the small writing desk near the living room.
Then I opened a drawer.
Inside was a folder I had been maintaining since June.
Because, as I said, I notice things.
And Kyle had given me plenty to notice.
Dates.
Times.
Photographs.
Descriptions.
I had been
